Adventure stories; French -- England -- Fiction; Great Britain -- History -- Charles II, 1660-1685 -- Fiction; Love stories
When the matter of the captaincy had been duly settled beyond a doubt,
with a grace which could not fail to gain approval, he unhesitatingly
appointed Yan Gratz again the third in command, and this magnanimity
did much to unite him to the small faction which stood aloof. The frank
confidence he placed in the Hollander put them upon the terms of an
understanding which Gratz accepted with as good a grace as he could
bring to the occasion. A cask of rum was brought up on the deck and
the incident ended in jubilation and health-giving, which in point of
good-fellowship and favorable augury left nothing to be desired. At the
end of a week Bras-de-Fer had given still more adequate proofs of his
ability. With a shrewd eye he had discovered the natural leaders among
the crew. These he placed in positions of authority. Then, appointing
Cornbury master-at-arms, put the men upon their mettle at pike-play
and the broadsword with such admirable results that the carousing and
laxity engendered by the habits of Captain Billy Winch became less
and less, until the rum-casks were no more brought up on deck, except
upon rare and exceptional occasions. Of growls there were a few, and
here and there a muttering apprised him of dissatisfaction among the
free-drinkers. But he offered prizes from the first Spanish vessel
captured for those most proficient in the manly arts, to appease
their distaste for the sport, himself entering upon the games with a
spirit and a poise which were irresistible. The unrestrained life had
caught the fancy of Cornbury, too, and with nimble tongue and nimbler
weapon he won his way with the rough blades as though he had entered
upon this service by the same hawse-pipe as themselves. Once, when a
not too complimentary remark had been passed upon his beard, which
was grown long and of an ingenuous crimson, he took the offender by
the nose and at the point of his sword forced him upon his knees to
swear by all the saints that his life-long prayer had been that some
exclusive dispensation of nature should one day turn his beard the
very self-same color as the Irish captain’s; who then, in satisfaction
of the cravings of that reluctant delinquent, forced him below to the
paint closet, where he caused him to bedaub himself very liberally with
a pigment of the same uncompromising hue--so liberally that not storm
nor stress could avail for many weeks to wash clean the stigma. Indeed,
so strikingly did the combative characteristics of his race manifest
themselves in the performance of his new duties that but for Jacquard
the aggressive Irishman had been almost continually embroiled. But as
it was, Cornbury served his captain a useful purpose; and, though the
ready tact of Bras-de-Fer averted serious difficulties, there were
adventures aplenty for the master-at-arms--enough, at least, to satisfy
the peculiar needs of his temperament.
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